_Archbish._ First were his sacred garments rent and torn, Then laid they violent hands upon him; next Himself imprisoned, and his goods asseized: This certify the pope;--away, take horse. [_Exit_ Messenger. _Lan._ My lord, will you take arms against the king? _Archbish._ What need I? God himself is up in arms, 40 When violence is offered to the church. _Y. Mor._ Then will you join with us, that be his peers, To banish or behead that Gaveston? _Archbish._ What else, my lords? for it concerns me near;-- The bishoprick of Coventry is his. _Enter_ QUEEN ISABELLA. _Y. Mor._ Madam, whither walks your majesty so fast? _Queen._ Unto the forest,[187] gentle Mortimer, To live in grief and baleful discontent; For now, my lord, the king regards me not, But doats upon the love of Gaveston. 50 He claps his cheek, and hangs about his neck, Smiles in his face, and whispers in his ears; And when I come he frowns, as who should say, "Go whither thou wilt, seeing I have Gaveston." _E. Mor._ Is it not strange, that he is thus bewitched? _Y. Mor._ Madam, return unto the court again: That sly inveigling Frenchman we'll exile, Or lose our lives; and yet ere that day come The king shall lose his crown; for we have power, And courage too, to be revenged at full. 60 _Archbish._ But yet lift not your swords against the king. _Lan._ No; but we will lift Gaveston from hence. _War._ And war must be the means, or he'll stay still. _Queen._ Then let him stay; for rather than my lord Shall be oppressed with civil mutinies, I will endure a melancholy life, And let him frolic with his minion. _Archbish._ My lords, to ease all this, but hear me speak:-- We and the rest, that are his counsellors, Will meet, and with a general consent 70 Confirm his banishment with our hands and seals. _Lan._ What we confirm the king will frustrate. _Y. Mor._ Then may we lawfully revolt from him. _War._ But say, my lord, where shall this meeting be? _Archbish._ At the New Temple. _Y. Mor._ Content. [_Archbish._] And, in the meantime, I'll entreat you all To cross to Lambeth, and there stay with me. _Lan._ Come then, let's away. _Y. Mor._ Madam, farewell! 80 _Queen_. Farewell, sweet Mortimer; and, for my sake, Forbear to levy arms against the king. _Y. Mor_. I, if words will serve; if not, I must. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Enter[188]_ GAVESTON _and the_ EARL _of_ KENT.